#this is not thoroughly proofread hope u enjoy

[kits-ships]

sunday

pairing: olive x ???

wc: 2,007

desc: the doctor's visits are growing more infrequent as weeks pass and olive finds herself growing lonely. it's always been hard to spend time away from the time lord, so why not flirt with the cute stranger who showed up out of the blue? after all, he reminds her of the doctor.

a/n: olive and the doctor are polyamorous btw!! she isn't just going awol by courting this handsome man i promise

It was always hard for Olive to appreciate a beautiful, spring day when she was by herself, missing the man who occupied her every thought. It was a curse that every Sunday brought with it; especially when the Doctor left earlier than usual. Despite her disappointment, she’d been kind and understanding when the TARDIS’ monitor began to flash cryptic messages- urging the Doctor to find whoever was sending the signals- but it still hurt to watch the little, blue box dematerialize. Olive longed for the past, replaying memories of when the Doctor would stay for days at a time and help her bake or tend to the garden, but she had to wave such thoughts away. He was an ever-changing man- a Time Lord- and there was nothing to do besides watch him constantly grow and evolve as an individual. Perhaps one day they would return to having daily visits and rolling around in bed together but, for now, such thoughts would merely upset the woman further. 

To keep her mind from flooding with desires and pleas that may never be fulfilled, Olive dragged herself out of her home and down the street to where her tiny bakery sat- nestled between other small businesses that the indoor/outdoor marketplace housed. And yet, as hours passed and only a few customers passed through her shop, she found herself regretting the decision to open on one of her off days. No regulars were going to come and, since it was a Sunday, not many neighboring businesses were open either. A downside of living in the country, she huffed to herself- almost missing the hustle and bustle of her hometown, Cincinnati. Still, she didn’t blame anyone for wanting to stay home and relax; after all, that’s what she was supposed to be doing. 

With a sigh, Olive bent down below the counter to sort the cutlery and plates on the shelf there. It was always so messy, but she could never find the time to fix it. After all, it wasn’t easy to be constantly serving crabby customers- especially when her anxiety had her working at a speed her mind couldn’t follow. She was just glad that her shaking hands never knocked anything onto the wooden floor below, knowing that the five-pound box of utensils would be ruined if it touched the ground.

These silly, unimportant thoughts entertained her for a bit as she swept crumbs into her hand and tossed them into the tiny bin next to her. There was a shuffling noise somewhere in front of her booth, but Olive assumed it was another store owner leaving for the day; fed up by the lack of business that Sunday always brought. But, when the sound of a bell rang through the empty building, the girl couldn’t help but jump before peeking over the lip of the counter with a look of surprise on her face. Standing on the other side of the wooden divider was a slightly disheveled man and the brunette could feel her heart drop. She wasn’t quite sure if this apprehension was brought on by the fact that she was practically alone with this gentleman, or by the fact that he seemed to be bleeding from various scratches that decorated his face. There was a pause as she studied him; their eyes locked as a feeling of familiarity washed over her. 

His soft, rounded jaw caused her chest to flutter slightly- especially from the light trace of stubble that lined the lower half of his face. The small smile on his face wasn’t helping the dusting of pink on her cheeks either and Olive wondered if something had happened to the Doctor. Had he regenerated again? Already? With wide eyes and a timid smile, the woman rose to her feet and nodded toward the man.

“Are you alright?” her soft voice asked as she did her best to keep it from wavering. None of the wounds on his body seemed terribly deep or dangerous, but the scratches still brought out a feeling of pity within her. That, and she felt herself wanting to care for him as she cared for the Doctor.  The stranger gave her a small, lopsided grin and shrugged in response.

“You should see the other guy.” He replied- his British accent strengthening the sense of familiarity that hung around him. Just as Olive was about to question his identity, the man let out a chuckle and ran a hand through his fluffy, black hair. “The other guy is a bush, mind you.” The girl smiled, absentmindedly beginning to lock up the dessert cases that sat on either side of the register before bending down and revealing a small, zipper pouch.

“Let me clean you up.” Olive hummed, picking up her messenger bag before walking around the counter. She motioned her head towards the bistro tables scattered around the building and sat down to look through the various medical supplies she’d packed away in case of emergency. The man didn’t move at first and the brunette shot him a hopeful look, silently asking him to follow. “They aren’t deep,” she breathed out, fiddling with a pack of alcohol wipes, “but you don’t want to risk any of them getting infected. Especially if there are any thorns stuck in your skin.” Finally, he dusted off his collared shirt and joined her; hands slapping the tops of his knees as he sat. “I’m Olive, by the way.” she chuckled, noticing that his movements were just as exaggerated as her husband’s. 

“I know.” he grinned, closing his eyes as he felt a cold, wet pad being pressed against his cheeks and forehead. Olive raised an eyebrow, worried, and he let out a small laugh as if he could see her reaction. “The cashier at the 7/11 recommended your shop, but he said you wouldn’t be open today.” He opened an eye to peek up at her. “Imagine my surprise to see you crouched behind the counter! At least, I assumed you were Olive- that, or you were robbing the place and I was going to get myself roughed up even more.” The girl let out a sigh of relief and set down the alcohol swab next to its wrapper. 

“What’s your name?” she wondered out loud, doing her best to unwrap a bandage without having it stick to her own hand. There was a beat as the man watched her peel its backing off and Olive could feel her heart begin to pound. She looked down at him as she awaited his response- her blue eyes meeting his brown ones- and she cocked her head to the side. The man quickly snapped out of his trance and looked at her with wide eyes, blinking away the fog that clouded his mind. Or, at least, that’s what she figured he was doing- especially after his fiasco with a bush.

“Emil.” he finally answered, a slightly bashful look on his face as he smiled sheepishly. Olive nodded and reached out with the bandage; pressing it lightly onto his warm, brown skin. She could feel her face heating up at the proximity, but she refused to believe it had to do with how handsome this man was- no, it was because she was timid in the presence of most men, right? After all, he was a stranger that was new in town, it was all just a coincidence that he was good-looking and reminded her of her husband… right? She took a moment to study the light ring of orange in the center of his eyes and she could feel her heartbeat pick up its pace. Just as she was going to ask if she knew him from somewhere, Emil opened his mouth yet again. 

“So,” he smiled, voice lingering on the ‘o’ sound, “why don’t you sell olive bread?” The stranger teased, confusing his new acquaintance briefly. 

“Olive… loaf?” she asked, taking a few seconds to process what this handsome man had said to her. He stared at her with a spark of excitement in his eyes and nodded. Olive’s face lit up in realization and she let out a small giggle, crumpling the bandaid wrapper in her palms. “Gross.” She playfully cringed, finally putting away the rest of her medical supplies. Looking back at him, she felt silly for making such a big deal over such minor wounds, but something about him had drawn her in. Taking a moment to study his thick brows and the way his stubble faded into his sideburns, Olive could feel herself blushing further.

“Understandable.” he laughed, running a hand over his cheek to feel how she’d patched up the cuts there. Another awkward moment came and Emil took in the sight of the freckles that covered nearly every inch of her exposed skin. To say that she was sun-kissed would be an understatement, he hummed to himself- not wanting to make any uncomfortable comments about her appearance. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her freckled cheeks or shoulders, he just knew that she was already a bit weary in his presence; even if she was laughing at his jokes. The man paused and tugged at his collared shirt to pull the wrinkles out of the fabric. “Uhm,” he hesitated for a second before flashing her another smile, “would you mind showing me around one day? I know you’re rather busy with your bakery but… I don’t really know anyone in the area.” Olive nodded at his admission, head growing fuzzy as she ignored her growing crush.

“Sure.” the brunette chirped, returning his grin. “I’m my own boss, so it’s not that big of a deal.” She looked around timidly and began playing with the hem of her sweater. “Are you from Maine? Or…” a grimace came over her as she remembered his accent- “Are you visiting from somewhere?” 

“I moved from Manchester for work.” he laughed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m a history professor at Bowdoin College.” Olive nodded, watching as he adjusted his jaw as he spoke. 

“You’re awfully far from the city.” She teased, almost as if she knew he wasn’t meant to be in the area. Emil shrugged, trying to hide his smile. 

“Took the wrong bus, crossed over a couple of bridges- no big deal.” He ran a hand through his hair once again as he let out a content sigh. “I got to meet you, so it isn’t all that bad.” Olive felt her face heat up at her comments, but her bashfulness couldn’t obscure her grin. 

“I’ll have to show you the best app to use, then.” she offered, rising to her feet and stretching her spine. “It’s not a lot of fun getting lost in the backwoods of Maine.” The man laughed as he joined her. Olive then scratched the side of her cheek and turned away, trying to hide her reddening cheeks. “Under one condition though.” she hummed. Emil raised an eyebrow and walked around her- suppressing another chuckle as he tried to catch her gaze. 

“And what would that be?” he pressed, grinning when she finally faced him. 

“I’ll show you around the city, you take me to a museum.” she purred, still nervous despite her flirting. Peeking up at him, Olive watched as he nodded and straightened out his back, fidgeting with his hands as he raised a teasing eyebrow. 

“Sounds like a deal to me.” He grinned, taking out his cell phone and holding it out to the woman. Olive glanced down at the device before looking back up at him curiously- unsure of what he wanted. The man continued to beam at her and held it out further. ���Mind giving me your number so you could send me that app?” he asked, trying to hide his excitement as he felt his hearts skip a beat. She nodded gently and took his phone to punch in her number. Emil couldn’t help but smirk as she tapped the screen, watching her closely.

Everything was going exactly to plan.

[pathologicalreid]

If your down could u write an imagine where reader is new to the bau and Spencer is just coming back from jail and he makes reader nervous and when he notices he starts to mess with her nothing to wild but he teases her every now and again -🖤

drop | S.R.

in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: fluff, lighthearted teasing, clumsiness, obliviousness, reader is mentioned to be shorter than 5'7" (sorry it just worked for the story)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey anon! thanks for requesting, i think i may have verged away from the request on accident. also this is the one i posted about earlier that had been deleted by word so i had to rewrite it and therefore it's not very thoroughly proofread. hope you enjoy.

It came as a shock, most people needed to apply to the BAU and even then, they spent years trying to get in. You had gotten a call four months ago and were told you were leaving IOD in the Hoover building and would be expected at the BAU the next morning.

Years ago, you had a run-in with Emily Prentiss while she was heading Interpol in London, but you didn’t think she remembered you – let alone wanted to work with you. She brought you on to the team to help catch Peter Lewis

Now, Peter Lewis was dead, and Spencer Reid had been exonerated. You thought your time with the team was done, but when Emily caught you packing up your things, she told you she had no intentions of sending you back to the International Operation Division.

So, you made yourself comfortable at your desk across from Luke’s, even adding a picture of your family, just to make it seem a little lived-in.

It was something you’d had drilled into your head by your father: if you’re not early, you’re late. That was the reason why you were usually the first to the BAU, only sometimes being beaten by Dr. Reid.

Penelope said he was harmless, but that didn’t change the fact that he made you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were scared of him, but nervous in the way that he was something of a legend in the FBI.

Even more so since his recent release from prison.

You felt a sort of disconnect from the team when it came to them trying to get Reid out of prison, whenever Nadie Ramos came up in conversation, you picked up your files on Mr. Scratch and distracted yourself. Of course, you helped where you were needed, but you didn’t know him like they did.

This particular morning, you had beaten him to the office, taking your spot at your desk and flipping through a file you had abandoned in the name of sleep last night. A slight crash made you jump so badly that you fumbled with the papers in an attempt to not drop them. You looked up to see Spencer had dropped his bag on his desk, “Good morning, Y/N.” He greeted you.

Blankly, you stare at him for a moment before giving him a half smile. “Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you responded.

“I told you that you could just call me Reid, or Spencer,” he said, sitting down at his own desk.

Nodding, you found yourself interested in your coffee cup. “Yes, you did,” you took a deep breath. “Good morning, Spencer,” you tried again, offering him a fuller smile.

That seemed to appease him for now because he flipped open his own files and started inspecting them.

As you were preparing for the 10 o’clock debrief, you found yourself in the office kitchenette, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot that had been brewed an indeterminate number of minutes ago. Vaguely aware of the person standing behind you, you turned around to find Spencer, holding his own mug in both hands. “Oh! Hey,” you said, mentally smacking the palm of your hand to your forehead.

You moved out of the way as you added cream to your mug, watching as Spencer poured his coffee and followed it up with an almost equal amount of sugar. As you were about to make your way to the round table room, Spencer spoke, “You know, before 1975 you wouldn’t even have been able to be an FBI agent.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, “Wait, what? Why?”

“Before 1975 people shorter than 5’7” couldn’t be FBI agents,” He responded plainly, but there was a bit of mischief in his eyes.

You looked at him curiously, warmth flooding your cheeks. You stammered something about being late and rushed to the roundtable room, taking your usual spot next to Luke, and watching what Garcia presented to you—pretending not to notice Spencer across the table from you.

The BAU had been asked to consult on a case, but there were no precincts that had asked the team to make a trip to them. You had finished the paperwork on a recently closed case and got up to bring it to Emily, stuffing the papers in a file folder, you turned around and ran into Spencer. “Sorry!” You squeaked out, dropping to the floor to pick up the papers. To your surprise, he crouched down next to you and helped to pick up the papers. “Oh, jeez, now they’re all out of order,” you moped, setting the papers back down on your desk.

“It was my fault,” Spencer said. The honesty in his voice made your shoulders slouch.

Shaking your head, you smiled at him, “It’s okay, Spencer. They’re just papers.”

He looked at you like there was something more he wanted to say, but he didn’t, he just turned from your desk and walked out of the bullpen, leaving you staring.

When you finally brought your papers to Emily, she asked you to close the door behind you. Patiently, you stood in her office while she added your file to the menacing pile she kept on her desk. “I’ve been meaning to ask how you’re doing. With the BAU, I mean,” she told you, leaning over her desk.

“Good, I think. I’ve gotten very few complaints so far,” you told her, unable to help the uneasiness you felt. Had someone said something?

Emily nodded, her dark hair shining with the movement, “Good, I haven’t heard anything negative about you at all. Which is actually uncommon for the BAU.”

You let the rest of the day pass, but as the team trickled out of the bullpen, only you, Emily, and Spencer were left.

At the sound of rustling, you looked over to see that Spencer was packing up his things and putting them into his familiar leather bag. Resting your cheek on your hand, you went back to your case file, marking thoughts in the margins.

Jumping when something hit your desk, making the metal rattle, you dropped your pen on the ground. Peering up to see Spencer giving you a lopsided smile before he bent down to pick up your pen, “Hey, at least you didn’t drop a bunch of papers again.”

You flushed as your eyes followed him out the glass doors of the BAU, turning around to see Emily watching on, leaning on the railing outside her office, looking between you and Spencer as if she knew something you didn’t.

[gepardling]

I saw your blog and I love your writings sm🫶 Glad to see a fellow Gepard simp (JGKFKRJSHA HE'S SO HOT)

Going to my request, if you are fine with smut requests, is it okay for me to request husband!Gepard and spouse!gn!reader, featuring breeding kink and manhandling? It's up to you how you want to write how the story goes, surprise me 👀

Anyways, make sure to take care of yourself as well, stay hydrated, and thank you sm!!

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

desc. : im so srry for my mini-hiatus, my schedule is spaghetti ;p my mind was lowkey still buzzing abt the museum event, n i needed a good hook for da story okay !! to me, marriage means becoming a family, so i used dat to set the scene :) am also working on improving gn!reader smut so i hope i did good here ( wc : 1.9k )

tags / cw : nsfw, gn!reader, pretty fluffy i think, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard, bottom!reader, aftercare, manhandling, breeding (I HOPE I DID THESE RIGHT, I'M SUCH A VANILLA PERSON), not proofread !

Gepard couldn’t help but wonder if he was cut out for fatherhood, given his past encounters with children. It seemed that whenever he interacted with little ones, they either burst into tears at the sight of him or found themselves quickly bored by his serious demeanor. As such, he had never entertained the idea of having a family of his own – not until he met you, at least.

You had a habit of taking Gepard’s entire world and turning it upside down, making him question everything he thought he believed up until that point. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and he quickly found himself drawn to your open-mindedness. Spontaneity was something that Gepard lacked in his life, and you delivered everything he needed and more. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you had married, and everyone knew it was a long time coming. No one could soften up the strict Captain like you could, especially when you manage to catch him off guard. Just the other day, Gepard's heartstrings were thoroughly scrambled when he saw you guiding a group of children through the museum. The way you handled the kids was beyond Gepard, and you taught history in a way that they understood, even enjoyed. 

After another one of your museum shifts, you and Gepard were relaxing at home. It was the evening of your first anniversary, having been married for a year. Gepard was immersed in a book, your head rested on his shoulder as you arranged your thoughts. Which is what brought you to this point. Here, in your shared home, you decided to finally raise the question. 

“You know,” you began softly, your voice carrying a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. “I can’t help but imagine… What if we had children?” Gepard’s demeanor instantly shifted, a fleeting tension washing over his body. Sensing his unease, you hurriedly backtracked. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to… And that’s okay!��

But before the words could fully escape your mouth, Gepard’s reassuring touch met your hand, his eyes filled with warmth. “No, not at all,” he assured. “You simply caught me off guard…” There was an excited tone to his voice, but some uncertainty still lingered deep beneath the surface. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed Gepard’s response. “I think it would be amazing,” you uttered, a dreamy lilt decorating your tone. Gepard’s fingers gently traced the wedding band adorning your finger, and he was instantly reminded of your wedding, how radiant you looked as you stood before him. The image of you, eyes filled with unwavering devotion, etched itself permanently in his heart.

Your gentle laughter caressed his ears as your hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back from his daydream. “Don’t worry, we can wait until you’re ready,” you replied, softly pecking him on the lips. “There’s no rush, after all.” But between your gentle touch and his devotion towards you, all this family talk was getting Gepard a little hot beneath the collar.

He was sure you were aware of it too – your touches growing tantalizingly slow as your lips lingered longer and longer on his. With that same old mischievous glint in your eyes, you took the book from Gepard’s hands and set it on the table across from you. You snaked your arms around his neck, gently shifting yourself into his lap.

"What are we still sitting out here for?" You whispered, forehead pressed against his own. "It's our anniversary after all." Gepard's hands slowly came to rest on your hips, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. You brought your hands down from his neck, opting to work open the first few buttons of his shirt. Dipping your hands beneath the fabric, Gepard shuddered lightly at your cold touch.

He moved his hands from your hips to your wrists, gently gripping them. "Not on the couch," he breathed. Of course, same old Gepard. That's one rule that's never changed for the whole three years you've been with him. You gave him a quick peck on the nose, followed by a mock salute. Gepard smiled in return, uttering "Your form is off," before scooping you up in his arms. 

Your surprise was quickly muffled by his lips on yours, his kiss filled with love and devotion towards you. He made quick work of whisking you off to the bedroom, lightly tossing you onto the soft mattress of your shared bed. You could barely sit up before he was leaning over you, covering your body with his large frame. 

"We're not on the couch anymore, are you happy?" You teased, smiling up at him mischievously. Gepard only rolled his eyes in response, lowering his head to kiss you once again. It was deeper this time, only growing more heated as your hands continued to undress him. Before you could undo his belt, his grip on your wrist stopped your ministrations. 

"Allow me," he replied, moving to undress you instead. He wedged his knee between your thighs, pushing them open before laying between them. He kept his arms wrapped around your legs, preventing you from closing them again. When he dipped his head between your thighs, you could only gasp at the feeling of his mouth on your heat. 

Gepard had more than enough practice over the last few years, and that much was evident. His skilled tongue worked across your sex, rolling over your most sensitive parts. The sensation of his hot mouth caused little stars to spot your vision, nails gripping the sheets so tight you were sure you'd rip them. Your gasps were like music to his ears, only fueling the fire deep within. 

His slicked fingers worked you open, gently scissoring your hole. Your back arched at the feeling as Gepard carefully prepared you, sparks of pleasure dashing across your body. But as the buildup started to reach its peak, mere seconds before your vision could go white and the fires of release consumed you, the sudden loss of his fingers and mouth left you cold and empty. The sensation immediately dissipated, fading into obscurity. 

Your breathing was ragged as your body attempted to come to terms with the orgasm you never had, blinking away the stars that dotted your vision. "W-Wait," you whispered, raising yourself onto your elbows. "Why'd you st-" But just as the words were about to leave your mouth, Gepard had turned you around onto your stomach, hand resting on your upper back. His free hand hurriedly worked to release his cock from the confines of his pants, as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades. 

Before you could complain again, he sunk his member deep into your heat. The weight of his body suspended above yours only added to the pleasure, slowly thrusting in sync with the rhythmic contraction of your walls. Each thrust was coupled with the soft grind of his hips, slowly working you back up to your pleasure point. He took his time, butterfly kisses dotting the back of your neck and ears. 

"Gepard…" You sighed, to which he replied with a soft hum. While you sincerely enjoyed his languid pace, you needed something more to soothe the ache in your loins. You pressed back against him, breathing a quiet “Faster,” to which he replied with a chuckle. Gepard slipped two fingers between your lips, hushing you with quiet whispers. 

You swirled your tongue around his digits, the cool metal of his wedding band contrasting the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled back his hand, a small whine escaped your lips, but your breath soon hitched in your throat as he suddenly increased his pace. He kept his hand pressed down on your lower back, preventing you from bucking back against him as he took you at his own pace. 

The way his cock slammed into you left you gasping for air, brushing against your deepest pleasure points. The heat was rising exponentially, drawing the knot in your belly tighter and tighter with each thrust. Gepard’s lips met the back of your ear, gently pressing kisses to the side of your head. As your cries intensified, you buried your face in the closest pillow you could reach, desperate to muffle the throes of your passion. 

But Gepard didn’t like the way you tried to hide, and he was quick to swipe the pillow from your hold. He pulled out in the process, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. The heat from your core dissipated once again, and your orgasm fizzled out of reach a second time. Before you could make your disdain known, his hands gripped your hips to turn you around onto your back. 

At your gasp of surprise, his hands met your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest. He buried himself back in your core, and the roughness of his actions made you wail into your palm. Gepard lowered himself to your face, prying your hand away with his own to clash his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss, interlocking your fingers with his. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his. 

When he pulled back, your lips chased his, breaking the delicate string of saliva between you. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, tiny tears dotting your vision. You felt like you were melting in his hold, the heat of the moment escalating far beyond your limits. Your sighs were like music to Gepard’s ears as he made love to you, consummating your marriage a second time.

The hand from your thigh moved down to your abdomen, pressing into the skin to feel the way he moved inside of you. He gripped your hand tighter, slightly increasing the pace to chase his orgasm. His cock glided effortlessly, bruising your deepest parts as you sang him praise. The pressure rose even higher in your core, building on your previously denied release. 

Amidst his passion, Gepard managed to grunt out a quiet “Where do you want it?” ghosting his lips along the side of your face. You managed to compose yourself just enough to answer, barely squeaking out “Inside,” before another moan tore itself from your throat. Gepard’s hands came to rest on your thighs again, burying himself impossibly deep in your core.

The sensation of his load warming you from within sent you over the edge as well, whispers of his name escaping your lips as your nails dug into his arm. Sparks of electrifying bliss enveloped your body, walls clenching around his cock. Gepard rode out his high, gently grinding his hips against yours. His lips met yours again, this time kissing you much softer than before. 

When he pulled away, some of his cum dripped from your core. You finally released your iron grip on his hand, sitting up to meet him at eye-level. “Why don’t we go get cleaned up,” you asked, your hand cupping the side of his face. Gepard hummed in approval, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. 

“I think a bath would do,” he spoke, pulling you off the bed and into his arms. Though you weren’t really sure how much cleaning you’d actually get done. All in all, any time you got to spend with your beloved husband was a win in your books.

(melts) i saw a ballet concert, had my hair done, went out w/ my dad nd played league wit my friends. nun of these activities allowed me 2 write my smutty smut dis week waahhhh hopefully back on schedule now :') i tried 2 write dis extra long as an apology, also referenced multiple online sources 4 gn!smut 2 attempt 2 educate myself........

[hisui-dreamer]

aaaaah my heart died of tenderness with rook's hdcns with lipstick buuut now I beg you plss ;u; I need one the same but with vil schoenheit plsss ksjsks I also want to fill vil's face with kisses (/ u \)

the queen's markings

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

Synopsis: he wouldn't lose a competition in something he's an expert in, but it's more fun than he expected

Tags: established relationship, kissing, lipstick marks, crack, bot proofread

Word count: 491

Notes: happy birthday @v-anrouge! i hope this vil fluff brightens your day aster, thank you for always bringing fun energy into my feed hahaha (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

rook's part here!✧Masterlist

The rules are simple: you would take turns with a one-minute timeframe to shower the other with kisses and leave lipstick marks behind. The one who leaves the most marks by the end of the game would win.

really??? that's such a messy idea?? and you're just making a mess that you'll have to clean up later

if you wanted to kiss him, you should've just said so ;)

Vil doesn't really get the appeal when you tell him the idea

but once he agrees, as with everything, he's very meticulous about it, deliberately choosing the perfect lipstick that would transfer well and match your skin tone

he wears makeup so often, he's basically an expert in the transferability and durability of makeup

only usually he's trying not to get his lipstick smeared

but when it's your turn, he can't deny he enjoys having you place kiss after kiss on him

though the stickiness of the lipstick is a bit messy, he loves the warmth of your breath against his skin, accompanied by the gentle touch of their lips

there's a proud smile on his face as you litter his face with kisses

surprisingly, the game is really relaxing, although he could really do without the messiness

when it's his turn, his posture straightens slightly while he scans your face to see where to start with each delicate touch of his lips, he strategically places precise and vibrant lipstick marks, ensuring maximum impact and coverage

he pays attention to every detail, from the angle of his kisses to the intensity of his affection

he moves swiftly, yet with calculated precision, ensuring that no spot on your face is left untouched

aaand ding ding! when times up, he steps back a bit, his chest rising and falling with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction as he admires your flushed face

he shouldn't find it attractive really, it's messy and sticky and gosh he hopes it doesn't leave a stain, but he can't deny how satisfied he feels having so thoroughly marked you, and how alluring you look in the moment

the two of you definitely take pictures together to commemorate

he's never going to show anyone this picture, he's the only one who can see how beautiful you are

he's very likely to win, he knows the ins and outs of his makeup, so he definitely has an advantage there

okay, it's cleansing time

if you clean your face properly, he'll pamper you with a little skin care/spa session

"Darling, if you desired my kisses, a direct request would have sufficed," Vil smiles teasingly, tilting your cheek upwards. "I suppose I can partake in this game, but I don't quite understand the appeal."

He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you covered in his meticulously placed lipstick marks, a mix of pride and affection evident in his expression. "Ah, my dear, you wear my affection so well," Vil murmurs, his voice infused with a sense of satisfaction.

"Now, it is imperative that we clean up properly. It is essential in maintaining the health and radiance of our skin," he says, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Come, I prepared some face masks for us to enjoy."

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major author’s note xd

helloo so like i just posted random jace fics im so sorry 😭😭 anw i’m lore! i’m currently obsessed w dead poets society and hotd so i may or may not post more fics surrounding the two. thank you so much for reading any of my works!! i hope u enjoy them a lot and i appreciate reblogs and notes vv much!

i also don’t proofread my works thoroughly as much, but i do run through it a few times before posting. i’m sorry in advance for any grammatical issues and the such.

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pls do feel free chatting with me in my asks or chat me personally, i would love that !!

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One with the Star

GIF IS MINE 

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, College

Note: I haven’t proofread this (as always) but here it is! I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish this one. I wanted it to be perfect (at least for me sksksks) next chapter will be in Doyoung’s POV so stay tuned for it i guess? I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here’s a list of the songs that I listened to while writing this (they’re not exactly relevant to the plot but they made me feel good and set my mood to write hehe)

I LOVE YOU (TREASURE)  I LIKE U (NIKI) ILYSB STRIPPED (LANY) STILL INTO U (PARAMORE) YOU BELONG WITH ME (TAYLOR SWIFT) LOVE STORY (TAYLOR SWIFT) STYLE (TAYLOR SWIFT) SOMEBODY TO YOU (THE VAMPS FT. DEMI LOVATO) BLACK MAGIC (LITTLE MIX)

Your likes and (especially) comments are highly appreciated :> Thank you so much if you’re still here and I hope I won’t disappoint you. I can’t wait to write this story in Doyoung’s POV and I hope you are too :> Thank you so much and enjoy! 

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You developed a crush on the school band’s vocalist and somehow got close with him when you friend, Jungwoo, joined them. You’re too shy to make a move and so you are more than happy to be friends with a star like him.

CHAPTER 3

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A lot of things were going through your head when you read Doyoung’s text message. 

“Did he really say “date”??”

“Why is he inviting me again?”

“Is he interested in me or he’s just naturally friendly?

“Did he mean “date” in a romantic way?”

“Is it really Doyoung who texted me??”

are just a few questions that you can’t seem to find the answers. You didn’t know how to react and most certainly, you didn’t know what to reply back. You didn’t want your response to come off like you’re excited and gushing over his invitation. You also didn’t want to seem like you’re being forced because certainly you’re not. You didn’t know what to do and the fact that your 2 hour class is already halfway through and you still haven’t responded to his message isn’t helping at all.

“Sure!” too boring

“I would love to” too obvious that you’re excited

“I’ll check my schedule” sounds like you don’t have intentions to go

You’re not even listening to your professor anymore at this rate and Doyoung is all that you could ever think about. You’re afraid of your reaction coming off as “overreacting” so you’re thoroughly thinking about it (yup, for more than an hour) because it really doesn’t make any sense to you. 

You were going through so many thoughts but your ears rang when you heard your professor say “due in 2 weeks” for a project you are totally not aware of so you forced yourself to forget about his message and direct your attention to the man’s lecture in front of you. 

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It was about 5PM when your professor in your last subject of the day finally dismissed you and you were on your way to meet Jungwoo in the cafe near the university since he basically bailed on you in the morning because he slept too much. 

He was already sitting in your usual spot when you arrived and you saw two cups of frappe on the table. It was supposedly his “peace offering” to you for missing the practice and leaving you alone especially he was the one that was supposed to be there since it was his first day of practice. 

“I’m sorry for not showing up but you should thank me for giving you a chance to have a date with your crush” 

and you almost spat your drink when you heard him say those words because you never told him that you are crushing on Doyoung 

“What? Do you expect me not to notice when you’re all heart eyes when you see him?”

Your shoulders fell when you realized that you weren’t lowkey at all and that Jungwoo was actually aware all this time. You felt like you were betrayed by him for not telling you that he knows but you were mostly sulking about the fact that you weren’t discreet and Doyoung could’ve found out already. 

“Seriously though! I’ve been with you for the past 3 months so I know that you have the hots for the man and I confirmed it on the audition day. You were stiff as a rock when you saw him and tried to play it cool. So not you!” 

And as much as you wanted to defend yourself, you had nothing else to say because it was all true. 

“OH RIGHT I DIDN’T TEXT HIM BACK YET!” you suddenly remembered about his message since you were occupied by your classes. 

“What?” was all that Jungwoo could say with his confused face. So of course you explained everything from the time that you ate after the cancelled practice to the exchange of numbers and to his text message asking you to have a “snack date again” tomorrow.

“DAMN!! HE LIKES YOU TOO!!!” he exclaimed while grinning from ear to ear and you hit him jokingly because his words were absurd

“No way!! He probably just meant it as a friendly date or what” you tried to deny it but you actually had some hope at the back of your head but of course you didn’t want to assume. 

“I bet my entire semester allowance that he’ll ask you out to date him after your little snack date tomorrow” he looks so confident and you just wanted to smack him for that 

 As much as you still wanted to argue with him, you needed to answer Doyoung’s message as soon as possible. He might think you’re ignoring him or what so you ask Jungwoo what to reply in his point of view of a guy and not as your friend 

“I’m down for it!” will definitely make me happy and probably Doyoung too” was his advice but you asked him if it’s okay and doesn’t make your feeling too obvious 

“Just go for it!! I swear, he’s interested in you and your reply will give him hope!” so you just shrugged and started to type your reply.

As you were about to send your reply, you hesitated and put your phone down but Jungwoo snatched it away and he sent it instead and so you hit him again for the second time of the day

“Trust me on this one please, you can unfriend me if things will go wrong” and you did trust his words and let a little hope ignite in you. 

You went on and asked him how he found out about your little crush on his now bandmate and it consists of “your interest when i introduced you to them on the acquaintance party”, “i caught you stalking his instagram profile”, “i saw your eyes form a heart shape when you saw him passing by in the school cafe” 

You were thinking of what excuse to say although there was no escape when the both of you were interrupted when your phone rang indicating a text message was sent to you. 

“It’s probably Doyoung! Check it!!!” Jungwoo was so excited (and you) and you tried to check your phone screen only to see that he did replied to you 

“See! He instantly replied!! He’s interested in you!!!” you tried to dodge him and his assumptions and composed yourself to reply to whatever Doyoung sent but again, Jungwoo snatched your phone so he can “read it for you”  

“Great! I thought you’ll reject my invitation, I was kinda waiting for your reply” 

“See! I told you!! He likes you too!!” he reacted and you just snatched your phone away from him to confirm if what he read was true and indeed it was real. 

“WTF” was all you could say 

“Reply to him ASAP!!!” your friend was urging you to do so but again you didn’t know what to say, it’s not as if you could say “I didn’t know how to reply so sorry lol” or “I was overwhelmed so I didn’t know what to reply” 

“Just tell him you’re busy and didn’t see his message until your last class, that’s enough to put him under the impression that you were just busy and not trying to ignore him or whatever” Jungwoo did make sense so you tried typing 

And so your conversation went like: 

“Oh no! I was just busy with my class so I didn’t notice your text message :)”

“I was worried that you didn’t want to be with me that’s why” 

“I enjoyed your company a while ago! I won’t say no to you”

“That’s a relief! Would you mind if I take you out on a lunch date tomorrow instead of a snack date?”

“I’m up for anything. My class starts at 2PM tomorrow so it’s all good”

“Should I pick you up or something?”

you were shocked with his offer but you actually liked it but you didn’t want to admit it since you might be a nuisance to him if you’ll agree.

at this point, Jungwoo’s trying to peek at your conversation since you’ve been texting non-stop for the last 10 minutes and completely ignored his presence but you didn’t mind him and continued to speak to Doyoung 

“It’s fine! I don’t want to disturb you. Let’s just meet up somewhere?”

“I insist and besides, I don’t have any classes tomorrow so I’m free all day.”

“Are you sure? I can just take the bus or something”

“I’m 200% sure. So can I have your address? :)”

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“DAMN” 

“Why? What happened?” Jungwoo immediately asked you when he hear your voice 

“He’s picking me up on our house tomorrow”

“What did I tell you!! He likes you!!!!!” he was so adamant and you calmed him down to avoid getting attention from the people in the cafe 

“I won’t agree until he directly tells me okay? I’ll just assume this is a friendly date” but you know deep inside that you were hoping 

30 minutes later, you both separated and went to your respective homes. Jungwoo didn’t say his usual goodbyes and instead wished you luck with your “future lovelife” and wished to see you holding hands with Doyoung the next time you’ll meet. 

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You are not a morning person and so being up at 8 AM is an achievement but your excitement didn’t really let you sleep that much and the 3 hours of sleep felt just like a blink to you. A lot of things were going through your head as to how your day will go by with Doyoung. 

You actually talked to him until 10PM the night before and just pretty much talked about yourselves and it was like a continuation of your conversation when you were eating.

He radiates comfortability and he feels like home with the short span of time that you talked to him and now you weren’t feeling awkward and you felt comfortable with the thought of being with him. 

Although the thought of him liking you does still bother you and is making you nervous but you tried to convince yourself that whatever happens, you’ll still consider him as your friend and that’s more than enough. 

He’ll pick you up at 11AM yet you were up at 8 to start preparing and look decent enough. You know your fashion and makeup so it shouldn’t be a problem but it still did. 

You tried to scrub every part of your body to look and feel good. You didn’t notice that you spent almost an hour in the shower doing all of the excess rituals than your usual half an hour and short routine when taking a bath. 

Nothing in your closet seems perfect enough to your liking. It was as if half of your wardrobe was gone but in reality, they’re just the same and you just can’t pick an outfit.

After a good 30 minutes of debating with your closet, you settled with a white surplice top and blue culotte pants paired with a white doll shoes and you were now left with the makeup look. 

It was either a natural look or an almost full glam look but you went with a natural look. You put on Powder, Mascara, Blush and a coral toned Lipstick to finish your makeup and unknowingly, the simplicity brought out your confidence and you thought that you were now ready to meet Doyoung. 

You were still finishing your overall look around 10:30 AM when he called you to say that he is now on the way to your house to pick you up so you hurried and backpack filled with the things that you need for your class after your lunch “date” with Doyoung. 

Although it’s true that you are now comfortable with him, the lunch date with him is still different and you suddenly became nervous but you tried to keep it cool while you were waiting in your living room. Your mom did ask you where you are going but all you said was “to school” so she won’t ask you further questions if you’ll say “a date”. Knowing your mom, she’s talkative so your conversation won’t end and you promise to tell her everything after. You were too occupied thinking of Doyoung to chit chat with her. 

The screen of your phone lit up with Doyoung’s “I’m here” text message so you said goodbye to your mom and went out to greet Doyoung in his black BMW car. 

The window in the passenger’s seat was open and he was waving from the inside. He was wearing a black polo shirt with a pair of white jeans and black sneakers. You were about to drown in your thoughts of how good he looked but he started to talk and ask how was your sleep so all the time that you were traveling to whatever restaurant he’s bringing you,  you just talked to him like how you texted. 

After a good 15 minute drive, he declared that you were now in your destination and you prepared to go out of the car but he told you to stay put and he rushed to open the car for you. You just mumbled a small “thank you” for his gesture even though it’s melting you on the inside. 

The restaurant wasn’t that far from your university since he didn’t want you to be late for your class and you mentally screamed at how thoughtful he was. It wasn’t a fine dining restaurant but not something that students are usually going to hang out at. It has a chill ambiance and you loved it. 

“Do you like the place? I’m sorry I still don’t have any idea of what you like so I brought you to one of my family’s favorite.” Doyoung had an apologetic look while he said those words to you but you assured him that it was fine and you liked it.

“You can choose the restaurant next time” he offered but you were shocked with the “next time”

so you asked him 

“Only if you want to because for me I would love to take you out on a date again after this” and how could you say no to him when he was smiling like an adorable bunny

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The food, the place and the person you’re with were all great and you had a good time so you were really happy and you thanked Doyoung as you were both walking to the parking lot. 

“I should be the one thanking you for accepting my invitation. I thought you’d say no to be honest”

“Why would you think that I won’t say yes?” you asked him as he was about to start the engine of the car 

“You’re too beautiful for me, I didn’t think I had a chance. Plus I really thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend” 

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m not” you tried to laugh your confusion because between the both of you, he was the one that’s unreachable so it was crazy to hear those words from him 

“I’m not kidding! I like you!” he stopped trying to start the car and looked at your eyes with conviction 

“what?” you were a mess and you were trying to understand everything that’s going on although you kind of prepared yourself for this but you were expecting the worst case scenario so you’re still confused as hell.

“I like you, a lot! And I actually invited you today to ask if you’d like to go out with me but I got too shy when we were eating.” he looked away after his confession and you also didn’t know what to do

your face displayed nothing but shock and confusion with his confession and you just can’t believe your crush actually likes you so all you can say is “what?” and he just grabbed your hands and interlocked them with his while saying

“I like you so much and I’ll do everything for you to be my girlfriend”

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THANK YOU!

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SnK S3E12  Poll Results (Manga Reader Version)

The poll closed with 487 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that this is the results of the manga reader poll. Anime only watchers are suggested not to read if you do not wish to be spoiled about certain events! Anime only viewers, click here to view your poll results!

RATE THE EPISODE 481 Responses

The final episode of the first half of S3 was another banger with positive reactions. Compared to earlier in the season when manga readers seemed more dissatisfied with the adaptation, we are happy to see that the final episodes of the arc turned out to be a much more positive experience!

Considering this episode was essentially just the calm before the storm, I was pleasantly entertained by it. Not the best episode because not a whole lot happened, but still it did what it needed to do.

I was super worried they would change something in this episode but thank Ymir-sama it's okay.

IT WAS AWESOME AND THAT ENDING IS ONE OF THE BEST THING THIS ANIME HAS EVER MADE!

This episode was so good! And funny! And angsty at the end! All the ingredients that make a good AOT episode

Very good, the preview was spooky and the whole episode had humor to lighten the mood, some emotional stuff and High Anxiety Cliffhangers to finish us off. Its gonna be a long 6 months.

HOW WOULD YOU RATE THE FIRST HALF OF SEASON 3 AS A WHOLE? 481 Responses

Overall, the first half of season three was satisfying for manga reading poll takers despite the changes.

All in all, absolutely stunning season. From the bottom of my heart, thank you WIT.

It was a really good episode. It followed manga perfectly. Every ep. of Uprising should has been like that. Too bad it wasn't, that why I rated the whole series pretty lowly. Honestly, I expected something better. But that was fine, not the worst. Yet, I would have changed a lot.

Really good way to end this half of the season. Can't wait to see the next half. It was nice to see a "calm before the storm" episode.

It was a brilliant idea to end the first part of season 3 right there, by doing this we were given proper construction to this arc.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SEASON TAKING A BREAK UNTIL APRIL? 481 Responses

About 37% of respondents are sad to see the anime take a break, but nearly half of voters are fine with the break stating that it’s not too bad of a wait, with some who are even looking forward to the breather for a bit (we’re looking forward to having a good rest as well although we will miss the anime!).

I'm okay with it since it means that we will a get a really well made RtS arc. But they really should've said that the break was going to be this long earlier. Or just called it season 4

Waiting is something we SnK fandom know how to do, unfortunately

As a manga reader it's easy to not be too upset since we'll have plenty of chapters during that time.

It's nice to get a breather before shit hits the fan.

I don’t mind waiting 6 months when I know it means the animation will look a lot nicer as a result

I feel like i would have been less upset if they just told us from the start how its gonna be... I hated the uncertainty

If it means a fantastic second cour then I'm all for it. I mean my life is empty and I wish I were dead, but other than that I've accepted it!

6 months for preparing myself to let Erwin rest in peace

I AM NOT READY FOR RTS THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO A HIATUS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WIT

WAIT Studio

Does Annie have some space next to her for the next 6 months?

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SCENES WERE YOUR FAVORITES? 480 Responses

The Survey Corps’ sendoff was the most favorite moment of the episode, followed closely by Eren and Jean’s nostalgic fight. Levi and Erwin’s talk after the meeting made it to third most favorite scene of the episode, followed closely behind by Eren, Armin and Mikasa’s conversation. Everyone losing their minds over meat was another favorite.

Erwin was so perfect, I loved his little laugh, I thought the whole interaction with him and Levi was done so well... god, I'm gonna miss him so much, it actually hurts.

Good breather episode, comedy gold with the dinner scenes, and the send-off was just as fun as it was touching. Also, the extra scene was creepy and great, but I hope anime-only watchers don't spoil themselves trying to find the meaning to it...

I think they did a really good work with the Erwin x Leviv talk, and EMA talk... Since enfatizing Erwin's reasons, and showing Armin's, It became more clear Levi's choice in future

I loved EMA talk... it made me pretty sad because of the events which now are taking place in the manga. That was good to see them together in the anime.

My Eruri shipping heart was in tatters, I tell you. I've been looking forward to the ""I'll break your legs"" scene for ages now, and shit, watching it was a literal punch to the gut. Erwin's beautiful roar of victory on the wall, his final ""SUSUME"" just... I was in awe.

Sasha nomming on Jean’s hand was even funnier animated

The 104th dinner scene was just perfect! It's been so long since we had a scene of such warmhearted camaraderie, it really brought back all my season 1 feels for the babies. Beautifully done.

Overall great Episode, really liked how they foreshadowed Erwins Demise and his conversation with Levi, EMA talk was great too, and the serumbowl scene made for an amazing cliffhanger

DID THE GLITCHED ENDING SCARE YOU? 483 Responses

The abrupt reminder that SNK is a horror anime definitely seemed to work!  The majority of people were scared by the ending at least a little bit, and some were thoroughly terrified.

"Blink and you'll miss it" my a**

Honestly it reminded me of how horrid the show actually is. I forget it's not all cute and funny scenes with a tinge of "yikes" that happened, but instead vice versa

I knew it was coming in the ED but didn't know WHEN and I was just anticipating it like a dark corridor in a horror movie XD

Moreso that scare me, it got under my skin and just stayed in my head the rest of the day.

Scare is not the right word. The option I'm looking for is FUCKING WRECKED

I learned that apparently a lot of you watch shit alone in the dark. But to answer the question, no, not at all.

It thrilled me to see them cleverly setting up the next half of the season this way

Only the Levi's distorted "you guys". The glitched ending was awesome

I saw some screencaps of it prior to watching so I was somewhat prepared but it was way creepier than i thought it would be, it spooked me

It wasn't actually SCARY, but I fucking loved it. So twisted and creepy

rip ears in that ending, it makes for some great youtube reactions though lol

Well, mark me down as scared and horny

SHOULD ZACKLEY’S ART BE REALIZED? 478 Responses

We suppose the real question is, when will Zackley’s “art” stop becoming something we ask about? :P All in all, most of you agree that it should not be seen or talked about. 21% of you are still finding humor in it.

HOW MUCH DID YOU ENJOY THE SEQUENCE OF EREN AND JEAN FIGHTING? 483 Responses

Most of the viewers enjoyed Eren and Jean’s antics with 84% rating the scene with a 4 out of 5 or higher. 

Mikasa letting them fight and not dragging Eren way is the best part! It's such an important character development for her. Also this Episode was full of parallels to their training days. Great episode.

Eren and Jean bringing the Drama™ (as expected of Eren and Jean)

THE SURVEY CORPS HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED A SEND-OFF LIKE THEY DID IN THIS EPISODE - FAVORITE PART OF THIS SCENE? 481 Responses

The surreal experience of getting a positive send-off like this made Erwin’s smile and shout the overwhelming winner here, and for good reason!  A smaller portion of respondents enjoyed Springlestein being themselves and a few called out Levi’s face in the comments:

All of it. Because it will be the first and the last time we'll see it

YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Levi looking at screaming Erwin like "WTF Erwin"

Hange smile

LEVI'S SOFT LOOK

I like the manga version better because Levi's smile was softer there

Levi's expression when Erwin did his triumphant shout.

literally everything about it was perfect

WOULD YOU LET LEVI BREAK YOUR LEGS? 480 Responses

While 58% of respondents cannot understand why anybody would want their legs broken by Levi, a small percentage were even asking for it.

THE EPISODE WENT EXACTLY AS THE ORIGINAL MANGA! 478 Responses

So, the story behind this one is that one of the pollsters posted this “question” on our original document as a joke while another one of us was at work. When the one at work got off, they put the question onto the poll form while the person who created the “question” was not online, not realizing it was meant to be an unpublished joke. This was completely overlooked during the final proofread. It was never actually intended to make it onto the poll but since one of us always tries to rush through things, here we are! In any case, we hope you guys had a good laugh, because we all collectively lost it when we realized the mistake much too late!

wow y'all throwin shade with this Q huh

Yes, it is Erwin's birthday celebration after all

Glad that Erwin and the crowd’s screaming was a ‘dialogue’ and that he screamed again.

Makes sense, given how its purpose is to set up the new arc. Not much need to leave things out for the sake of pacing.

They done it so perfectly! I love that episode and love the hope in the air, my man similing and being happy, I love they see people cheering for them. THAT was earned.

It still modified some moments like Armin thinking of Eren and Mikasa instead of the bullies in the manga. Maybe it's better and more consistent with the following events.

Thanks God! The whole series should has been this way. Compared to the sad 1st episode of Uprising, this one was a true masterpiece.

u people need to get the salt in your blood checked, let others be dissatisfied with something they care about? please and thanks

i don't care if it went exactly as the original manga or with some changes as long as the episode is good

THE CHAPTER SIGNIFIED THE START OF A NEW ARC, BUT THE ANIME USED IT TO END THE FIRST COUR, WAS THIS A BENEFICIAL DECISION? 478 Responses

The majority of folks thought shifting the send-off to the end of the cour to create an uplifting cliffhanger was a good way to end the season.  Several people called attention to how much contrast was felt between such a positive ending and the credits scene.

I think it works great, especially the triumph of the send off and the "oh shit, what's happening" moment in the ED

should have been the first ep of the next arc, with the send off as the cliffhanger

It was a nice, fun send off for the arc. Has the suspense of the scouts going towards the foes. The next episode with the next chapter/s will be perfect for getting back into the series after 6 months

WAIT Studio used it as an effective cliffhanger but from an adaptation perspective it's just like the Wall Titan. Something to keep the audience's attention at the cost of the narrative's flow. If the season was going to be split then rushing the Uprising Arc at breakneck speed resulting in one extra episode was pointless.

The opening of 73 is a perfect opening for the second cour, so I knew from the beginning of the season that ending in this chapter would be their aim. The second half won't struggle for content, and they can either push ahead flashbacks (I expect some of Bert's parts from 96 making it into the adaptation of 77) or content that didn't make it in the first half used to extend other parts (Eren's experiments for Armin realizing how to beat Bert in 81)

I think this will help the second part by being on the way to Shiganshina to start it off.

Heck cliffhangers!

LEVI WASN’T EXPLICITLY SHOWN EAVESDROPPING UNTIL THE END OF EMA’S CONVERSATION, DO YOU THINK THIS DIMINISHED THE FORESHADOWING? 478 Responses

The vast majority of respondents agreed that as long as we saw him listening to them, that’s ultimately all that matters. A small few believe that not showing him listening in on them earlier will diminish the overall impact when he makes his decisions later, however.

I don't think it matters, especially if the anime includes a flashcut to this moment post-decision, which will make its important even more obvious for viewers who may not remember this scene at all.

I'm not sure, I guess it did seem more ambiguous here. They'll flashback to it when serumbowl happens though.

Wouldn’t have spent more time on it. This show is about subtle details. I think its ok.

It still worked, but I would have liked it to have been made clear that he saw Armin's expression when he was talking about the ocean

No, but i think it was nice in the manga to see that at the beginning of the conversation he was standing and ended up on the floor by the end of it. Small detail, but i took it like he didn't mean to listen in the beginning but decided to stay in the end because of what he was hearing?

No, because it was a detail it meant a lot more. Subtle details have greater impact in visualities, manga is a different medium and the scene was used properly for its medium.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WIT SHOWING *THAT PART* OF THE RTS ARC AS A TEASER? 480 Responses

38% of respondents believe that the teaser was a great way to keep interest in the series high. 20% specifically feel that it will keep the anime only fans invested. About 21% of respondents combined don’t think it was the smartest choice on WIT’s end while almost 10% are just not ready to see that animated at all.

Even though I already know what will happen, my body *isn't* ready for this shit to come, except for the lightning spears

Honestly, I thought it was stupid as fuck and a cheap way to keep hype up for anime-only people. I would've preferred my anime-only friend to go into RTS completely blind.

I think it's great because it lends itself a lot of hype for the next half as well as leaving it very open ended. Especially because they cut out lines about the serum.

I think this teaser shocked more the manga readers than the anime onlines.

It's the worst part of the manga they could spoil. I'm not sure what they intend to do by showing such a controversial moment

It was brilliant. Anime only watchers don't often get the experience of agonizing over certain cliffhangers monthly, but with this flashforward looming in their head, they have a whole season of suffering ahead of them. SUFFER LIKE US, ANIME ONLIES!

I really liked it but I think they could have shown a part of Bert/Reiner/Zeke’s convo since we saw Bert and Reiner at the end of the episode, and it would have anime-onlies wondering who the glasses guy is

I was shocked and hyped at seeing them include this scene, but at the same time I’m sad that anime-onlies were spoiled that at the very least Mikasa, Eren, and Levi will survive until this scene, destroying any tension of them dying

I'm really conflicted; on one hand, I was very surprised in a positive way, cause it was a ballsy and unexpected move. On the other hand, I understand that anime viewers might be sick of spoilers bc of the scene at the beginning of ep1.

It gave me anxiety lol. Please someone save my babies from their horrible destiny

One hell of a cliffhanger and I can't really imagine anything better to show everything going wrong (Colossal nuke is way too obvious, for example), but the people complaining about spoilers do have a point...

WHAT ARE YOUR EXPECTATIONS FOR RTS’S ADAPTATION? 480 Responses

WHAT SEGMENTS OF RTS ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING ANIMATED NEXT COUR? 481 Responses

Over half of respondents feel that the Return to Shiganshina arc will be delivered just as well as Uprising was. 37% of respondents feel it will be much better than Uprising’s adaptation. A small few don’t have much faith in the second half of the four.

FUCK ME UP!! R.I.P. ANIME ONLIES

GIMME THE 2ND COUR NOW!

I don't know if I'm emotionally prepared for this arc

I’m going to have 6 more months to mentally prepare myself for the return to shiganshina arc and I still won’t be ready

from an adaptation perspective it's going to be the same as the previous seasons. WAIT Studio excels at certain aspects of packaging SnK into anime, but as a whole it's a bad, rather than amazing, adaptation.

Is there a "NOPE I am not ready for RtS arc" in the questions?

WHAT SEGMENTS OF RTS ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING ANIMATED NEXT COUR? 481 Responses

The most anticipated segment of the Return to Shiganshina arc is the suicide charge + Levi totally wrecking Zeke. Following closely behind are the basement reveal, the serumbowl, Grisha’s diaries and flashbacks, the ocean and the showdown with the 104th and Reibert. 

Kill me! I cannot believe I have to wait 6 months for RTS. 6 months until I can see Reiner and Bertholdt in action and the FREAKING BASEMENT!!!! I was fine with a 3 months break but 6 is too much ;____; I want to see Grisha's past animated

What everybody is waiting for the RtS Arc: the basement, Reibert fight, Levi soloing the beast titan, the ocean. Me, an intellectual: THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS THUNDER SPEARS (and Grisha's backstory)

can't wait to see historia looking graceful as hell in front of the sunrise while the SC goes off to fuck reibert and zeke up

The only thing I can think about is Zeke.... *screams* ZEKE AND EREN! THE JAEGERBROS! AND THE GRISHA FILES! SO MANY JAEGERS *dies*

I'm definitely looking forward to RTS okay, but I'm dreading it more, honestly. But the one thing I'm looking forward to, and really hoping they'll animate, is Levi taking down those Titans on the way to Zeke. I know the focus is on Erwin's last charge in the manga, and rightly so, but DAMN, I want to see Levi do that -I honestly don't think anyone, even Mikasa, could do what he did there.

I have a fever, and the only prescription is Season 3 Part 2

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

A pretty decent choice for a midseason finale. But most important, a pretty good choice for episode 49. Once we're back in April, the series will be celebrating having made it to 50 episodes. Just 2 years ago, we were wondering if we'd ever get episode 26, and now we're getting to a landmark episode that will be exciting and memorable! Nothing between chapters 70-72 could've worked as such a landmark, in my opinion, but chapters 73-74? Absolutely perfect for it.

And my ship finally got some screen time

But damn wit... I almost got a heart attack because of the glitched ending!! Please, I at least want to survive to see manbun Eren animated

For anime watchers: I enjoyed watching your confusion over that ED. May you all be prepared by April 2019.

My heart is filled with so much Eruri that I may cry. You could literally see how much concern Levi had for Erwin in his eyes.

I love Bertoto and Raina more than myself. Guess, I'll die in April.

I'm an Erwin Lover™ and the show is gonna come back right around my birthday so this was Great and I'm Fine

It was out of character to see Eren fully clothed.

The moment when SC were cheered up and Erwin was so confident and happy and then they left into the sunset gave me goosebumps and almost made me cry :') it was a beautiful, strong, encouraging moment for SC!!

Let me just tell you how fucking HYPED I am for the next season after those previews during the ED. HYPED. And Jesus fuck yes, Armin looked like a charred French fry that got left behind in the oil. THANK JESUS. I was afraid WIT might downplay that, but no, my boy gonna be the CRONCHIEST.

The glitches were great and not too spoiler-y but WIT absolutely ruined it with the Eren/Mikasa/Levi scene. They showed too much.

rip ears in that ending, it makes for some great youtube reactions though lol

Erwin looked fine as fuck

Wit, you better be paying for my doctor visit. My ears were bleeding with your little trick you pulled at the end.

This episode. THIS FUCKING EPISODE. Man what a way to end the cour. REALLY, standing ovation to WIT. That glitch ending was just like that tiny Titan-in-the-wall scene at the end of season 1 that made me go looking for the manga. Absolutely brilliant stuff.

Thanks for these polls.

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Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please keep your eyes peeled for an upcoming Uprising Arc poll!

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Summer Fling (Chapter 7) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “East Hampton Main Beach”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: It is such a bitch to keep his exact schedule in terms of public appearances straight, but this is supposed to be July 18th and 19th. Cool.

Gif Credit: @dylobrians

Summary: Dylan and Y/n spend the day together before he flies off to the West Coast for ComicCon and American Assassin press.

Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Dylan swam towards where you were treading water, as the waves tried to move over you and towards the beach. "Not tall enough to stand?" He smirked, licking his lips and tasting salty seawater.

"Yea, maybe I should just head back in." You teased with a scowling grin, turning your body towards the shore and preparing to swim away from him.

"Or you could just come here." Dylan grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the water towards him.

You giggled, as you sailed through the water and ended up face-to-face with the incredibly sexy man in front of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he wrapped his arms around yours, and before you knew what was happening, his lips were pressed against your lips. You and Dylan swayed with the movement of the swell as he tugged on your lower lip with his teeth and moved his hand from the small of your back up to rest underneath the small knot at the back of your bikini top. 

There was very little room between you as your arms were wrapped around his neck and your hands were gently tugging at his dark chocolate strands on the top of his head. You felt like your heart was about to beat right out of your chest as the intensity of your kisses increased and Dylan's other hand gripped a little tighter against your side. You pulled away, taking a deep breath in and then rolling your lips back into your mouth, desperately needing a breath and to calm down. You were getting a little carried away over Dylan's kisses. You suddenly began snickering, and Dylan couldn't help but laugh with you.

"What? What are you laughing at?" He asked, chuckling.

You grinned from ear to ear and leaned your head and body back into the water to cool down. Dylan couldn't help but stare at your chest and exposed neck, placed right in front of his face, begging to be kissed. He was grateful when you straightened out in front of him and spoke. "I don't understand how it is that you are that good of a kisser and then you also look like this?" You pulled your hand from around the back of his neck and waved it in front of you, gesturing to his face and upper body. "Like, how is that fair to me? What am I supposed to do about that?" You joked.

Dylan chuckled and then answered your question. "Keep kissing me." He replied smugly, before leaning in for another kiss, a bit more intense this time. 

He craved more of you. He gently swept at your lips with his tongue, hoping you would allow him entrance. You did, and Dylan's tongue found yours. The two of you got lost in the passionate and hot kiss, forgetting where you were, until a wave came crashing down on you both. 

"Shit." Dylan searched the water around him as he lost you under the wave, until he heard you gasp for air a few feet away from him, having gotten swept away by the wave. He quickly ran through the chest deep water towards you, and saw you push the water out of your eyes and slide your hair back off of your face as you breached the surface. "Are you okay?" Dylan said, frantically, as he pressed his hands under your elbows and kept you afloat.

You began laughing, as you pressed your fingers against your nose and, as lady-like as possible, spit into the water behind you. Dylan looked confused but smirked nonetheless at your laughter. "Maybe less kissing in the ocean next time." You said, in between fits of coughing and laughter.

You had finally gotten Dylan to wake up early, on a somewhat overcast morning, and go surfing with you, but once the sky had begun to sprinkle a misty rain over the East End of Long Island, you both decided to pack it in for the day. You spent the rest of the afternoon, sitting on the massive U-shaped couch in the TV room on the first floor of Dylan and Julia's Montauk beach house, and for the past week and a half, that meant two things for you and Dylan: Game of Thrones and making out like ravenous teenagers.

As the hours passed, Dylan sat on the couch, playing with your hair, half watching the episodes and thinking of what he could do to make you smile. He had decided that he wanted to woo you, and was going to make you dinner. You took the opportunity of him being occupied to catch up on some work. 

You sat at the counter in the kitchen, on one of the tall stools, with your laptop open in front of you, scanning an amicus brief that you had been working on proofreading for one of the partners at the law firm that you moonlighted as a paralegal for when you were not traveling. Dylan stood on the other side of the counter, cutting vegetables and seasoning chicken, and mostly smirking while watching you read and type on your computer.

"Are you sure I can't help with dinner?" You asked, as you caught him staring at you, as he aimlessly stirred at the sautéing onions and bell peppers on the stove top.

He smiled, and shook his head. "Keep working, I got this. I swear my mom taught me how to cook a little." You hopped off the stool, and Dylan's head whipped around when he heard the soft pads of your feet connect with the wood floors below. "I said you didn't have to help, you nut." He reminded you, leaving his wooden spoon on the counter, and bringing his hands up to your cheeks. 

You leaned up and Dylan smiled genuinely, waiting for you to kiss him. "I know." You finally said, then reached into the sauté pan on the burner, grabbed a caramelized onion and popped it into your mouth. "I just wanted an onion." You grinned, Dylan dropped his hands and shook his head and you walked back over to your laptop. Dylan laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, while shaking his head and returning to his cooking. His crush on you developed more and more every minute he spent with you and he was thoroughly enjoying this picture of domestic bliss. He peeked behind him one last time, connecting his eyes with yours, and you gave him a quick smile that sent butterflies swarming straight into his chest.

"I'm glad that it cleared up." Dylan said, as he popped the cap on your beer off with the bottle opener on his keychain.

"Me too... Thanks." You took the cold Stella Artois from his hand and brought it up to your lips as he opened his IPA, then shoved his keys back into his pants pocket. "Oh, you know where I want to go, and bring you, obviously... if you're into doing stuff like this, of course?" You asked, as you watched Dylan secure his beer into the sand next to him, then begin to build a mountain of cold and damp sand behind his back.

"Stuff like this? You mean, stargazing with the most beautiful girl in New York while drinking beer? Yea, I obviously am into doing stuff like this. I'm not crazy." Dylan said sarcastically, with a small smirk, as he finished building a mound to lean against, cleaned the sand off of his hands and then rested against the incline.

You felt Dylan's hand grip against your shoulder, as he gently pulled you back against his chest, wrapped his arm across your collarbones and kissed the side of your head as you laid between his outstretched legs. "Okay, well if you're gonna be sassy, I'm not bringing your ass anywhere." You teased back, bringing the bottle up to your upturned lips.

Dylan snickered and peppered your cheek with swift kisses. "Please keep bringing me on your adventures." He whispered in your ear, and you nuzzled your head further against his chest at the sound of his request. "Where did you want to go and bring me?"

"There's this observatory in, I think, Southhold, which is on the North Fork somewhere, I don't know my way around up there as well, but every Saturday from like April to October, starting at midnight, they hold these, basically, stargazing parties, with wine and little finger foods and if it's clear enough, they have tons of high powered telescopes and people there who tell you what constellations are what and tell you facts and histories about them. I've been wanting to do it for years but never had anyone to do it with." You explained, leaning your head back to look up at Dylan behind you.

He smiled softly, his amber eyes gazed at you with adoration. "I would love to do that with you." He leaned down and kissed you on the temple, watching as you closed your eyes and sighed at his touch. You relaxed into each other, watching the clear night sky twinkling above you, quietly debating with each other on what was an airplane versus what was a satellite.

After you the two of you lost the satellite amongst the other twinkling lights above, the conversation died down and you closed your eyes and simply listened to the sound of Dylan quietly breathing in your ear, and the sound of the waves crashing off of Montauk Point, in the distance. You adjusted your feet around, digging them into the beach below you and feeling the cooler and wetter sand scratch between your toes as you buried them deep. You sighed heavily with contentment and felt Dylan crane his neck around to try to glimpse at your face.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered, his warm breath brushing against your ear again.

You smiled quickly and snickered. "I'm thinking about being a fish."

Dylan half scoffed and half laughed and fully lifted his hand off of your thigh to cover his mouth while he laughed. "What?!"

You began laughing with him. "Oh my god, that sounded so dumb outside of the context of my brain." You laughed and covered your eyes with your sand hands, tiny grains of sediment falling down your cheeks and back onto the beach. "I am so scattered. Oh god... okay.." You sat up and turned your body fully and sat cross-legged in front of him, wiping the sand off your hands onto the knees of your jeans. "I swear I am the most random, but it's just like this thing I think about. Like, I've lived on an island my whole life, except for when I lived in Boston and that's a city attached to a harbor, so, I'm an ocean and water kind of girl, right?"

Dylan sat up with you and aimlessly traced lines into the sand next to him with his fingers as he softly smiled and listened to you, unable to hide the admiration from his face. He loved just listening to you talk. Every time you opened your mouth in front of him, you either always had something interesting to say or you made him laugh, and he was absolutely enthralled with you because of that fact. He watched as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, your hair softly blowing in the wind behind you as you let it dangle over the sand.

You continued speaking. "I have this dream, I guess, where I'm sitting on a beach by myself and an arm comes out of a wave and grabs me and pulls me in and I become a fish."

Dylan snickered quietly, and watched as his hands mindlessly buried your feet in sand. "Is that a good dream?" He asked softly, glancing back and forth between your sand covered feet and your closed but happy eyes and mouth.

You collapsed backwards into the sand, your arms stretching up above your head, reaching out towards the ocean behind you, beckoning the hand to come out and grab you. Dylan climbed over you and settled onto his side next to you, not willing to miss any of what you had to say. He watched with a smitten smirk as you made sand angels in the grains below your arms.

You sighed contemplatively. "It is a good dream. It's comforting because it's not like I drown, I just swim and float and exist in the waves and it's quiet and peaceful and weightless and warm..." You trailed off, getting quieter with each new 'and'. "So I guess, I just want to live in the sea, be one with it or.. whatever." You quietly snickered then rolled your lips back into your mouth. You opened your eyes, turning your head to see Dylan quietly watching you, his head resting against his bicep, with his arm outstretched above him in the sand. "Was that just the weirdest thing you've ever heard?"

Dylan shook his head slowly. "I think I could listen to you talk all day and never get bored of the things that come out of your mouth." Dylan whispered, barely audible over the wind and the crashing surf. He simply moved his left arm from against his stomach to the side of your face to stroke your cheek, brushing damp grains of sand away from your freckled nose.

You smiled, nuzzling softly into his touch, and connected your eyes with his. "That was so the inner workings of my brain right there... I must like you so much.... I never would've told you any of that if I didn't." You scrunched your nose towards the end of your sentence, nervous about the truths coming out of your mouth so willingly.

Dylan couldn't shake the smile off of his face; it had been there all night and he really didn't see it going away any time soon. He was so content and comfortable. He brushed a flyaway hair away from your face and leaned in to give you a soft and momentary kiss. "I like you so much..." He found himself mirroring your expression and scrunching his nose as well. "So much... I'm constantly finding new things to like too." He continued stroking his fingers through your hair until you suddenly shivered. "You cold?" Dylan asked, glancing over at you.

"I'm fine." You lied, not wanting him to suggest leaving yet, regardless of how cold you actually were.

Dylan sat up and pulled you up with him. He watched as you shook your hair out with your hands, trying to free the sand from your long tresses. He leaned forward and rubbed his large, sinewy hands up and down your arms, trying to create some friction and heat.

"You have goosebumps! Why didn't you say anything? Come here." Dylan pushed you up onto your feet and he followed. He wiped his hands against the thighs of his khaki pants, and then pulled at the bottom of his blue and gray pullover hoodie, ripping it off over his head, and handing it to you. “Don’t argue, just put it on.” Dylan chuckled before you could protest.

You blushed mildly, then smiled softly, as you pulled the sleeves from being inside out and then tugged it on over your head. The sweatshirt intoxicated you with the overwhelming scent of him. “Thank you.” You smiled as Dylan nodded and then plopped back into the sand below. You dropped down to the ground with him, and positioned yourself back into your earlier position, against his chest. “Are you going to be cold now though?”

Dylan shook his head and left a quick kiss against your cheek. You were smitten with how affectionate he had been since your first sleepover. He had a very hard time keeping his hands and lips off of you because of how much he liked you; kissing you became a regularly all-consuming thought for him. "I got you, a tiny human furnace, leaning against me and it's not too cold, I'll be fine out here for a while longer."

"Let me know when you want to go in." You told him, tilting your head back and placing a kiss on his lips.

"I will."

"This is really soft, where'd you get it?" You mentioned, stroking your fingers against the fabric of his sweatshirt.

"It's Stiles'." Dylan answered nonchalantly.

"What?" You furrowed your brow and laughed.

"Literally half my wardrobe is just clothes that I stole from Teen Wolf. That's something I wore in one of the later seasons. I don't remember when exactly. I know Cody and Shell were with me a lot those scenes though." He explained.

"Are you excited to do Comic Con in a couple of days? Get back in touch with your inner Stiles?" You joked, taking a sip of your flattening beer.

Dylan sighed and bobbed his head back and forth. "I am excited but I’m also really nervous and I wish you were coming. I'm gonna miss you while I'm gone." He watched as you pulled the sleeves around your tiny fists and he cupped them in his. He liked you in his clothing.

You turned your head and left a quick kiss on his chest, rubbing your fists gently up and down on his upper thighs. "I'm going to miss you, but you'll have fun." You yawned loudly, unable to help it; the alcohol was starting to go to your head. "Wanna head back?"

"Yea, let's go." Dylan waited for you to scoot forward, then got up and wrapped his hand around yours and walked back to the house with you.

Deeming half past midnight as still 'early', you and Dylan cracked open fresh beers and went upstairs to his bedroom to start season five of Thrones. The moment that he saw you laying on his bed, tilting the mouth of the bottle against your lips and letting the liquid pour down your throat, however, Dylan could think of nothing else but your lips. 

He knocked back a third of his beer and then placed the bottle down, hearing the clink of the bottle connecting with the glass on the top of one of his bedside tables, not watching what he was doing, but instead keeping a silent but intense eye contact with you. You furrowed your brow, small wrinkles creasing your forehead as you watched him climb onto the bed towards you. He pulled the bottle out of your hand and placed it on the other bedside table. Suddenly, your heart rate increased and your breathing became heavy as he hovered over you.

Without any words spoken, Dylan slowly leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, his hand gently caressing your cheek. He pulled his head up slightly and opened his eyes, examining the expression on your face. He licked his lips, closed his eyes once more, and leaned down again, brushing his lips against yours softly. You felt your the breath exhaling from your nose being reflected back onto you as his face remained hovering inches from yours.

The way he was staring at you was making your brain become useless in thinking of anything but a singular idea. You wanted him. He was sweet and smart and funny and easy to talk to and beautiful to look at and you had been pushing your desire for him deep down inside of you for weeks. You felt his hand come up to hold your side, above your hip, and your eyes glanced down to see the connection take place. It was almost like you were in complete sensory overload, and you required the visual to confirm that his thumb had brushed up under the hem of your shirt slightly and was touching your bare skin. You glanced back up to his face as he was pressing his tongue to his lips, wetting them, and your instincts took over.

You wrapped your hands around Dylan's neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, sliding your tongue against his lips and then into his mouth and against his own tongue. As the two of you explored, your fingers gently tugged at the neck of his shirt. Dylan was feeling just as wrapped up in the moment as you, and suddenly, he broke from the kiss. 

He sat up straight and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it on the carpet next to the bed. You grabbed at his biceps, pulling his body back against yours and connecting your lips greedily against his again. His hands went back down to your sides, his fingers becoming more bold in their search for skin. He pushed your shirt and his sweatshirt up, exposing your stomach, and broke away from your lips again. You squirmed at his touch, and watched as he furrowed his brow and looked up at you, staring, almost as if he was waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you never did.

Dylan inched his way down your body and began leaving soft kisses against your torso, his eyes closed and his nose brushing lightly against your soft skin. His fingers remained at the hem of your shirt, moving it slightly higher with each new kiss. Finally, the tips of his fingers met metal covered in cloth and he glanced back up at you. Your chest moved heavily up and down, as you breathed out of your nose. The only noises filling the room were the sounds of the ocean from outside of his open windows and the quiet pants coming from the both of you. He was met with no resistance, so Dylan curled his fingers under and gently pulled your shirt and his sweatshirt off over your head, you leaning forward to assist him. You landed back on the pillows behind you, and Dylan leaned back down to continue kissing where he had been before.

You wriggled under his soft lips, and watched as they ascended up your body towards your chest. You held your breath for a moment and suddenly you hiccuped. Your eyes grew wide and you covered your mouth. Dylan looked up at you and a small smirk grew across his lips.

"Did you just-" You hiccuped again, and Dylan devolved into a fit of laughter. "Oh my god, that is the cutest thing I've ever heard."

"Oh my god, this is the worst thing that ever-" Hiccup. "Happened to me." You hiccuped again. Dylan began laughing loudly, his smile open and his cheekbones prominent.

"Are you a little drunk?" He asked, chuckling, and resting his chin on top of his folded hands across the skin above your belly button.

You furrowed your brow and tried to stifle another hiccup, to no avail. "That was, like, my fourth beer. I should've had-" Hiccup. "Water." You shook your head and brought your hands up over your eyes. "I really fucki-" Hiccup. "-ng ruined the moment, didn't I?"

You felt Dylan smile against your skin, having moved his hands to hold your sides. "It's okay. I'm a little drunk too, and in actuality, I would very much like to remember any moment that you don't have your shirt on..." You felt the cool and hard surface of his teeth against your stomach, and then felt a series of kisses on your skin. You brought your hands down to his hair and began twirling it in your fingers. He nuzzled his head against you and sighed, listening to your hiccups become fewer and farther between. "You're going to sleep here, right?" He asked, hoping you wouldn't ask for him to call you a cab.

"If that's okay with you."

"I want you to." He glanced up at you and smiled softly. You returned the smile. "I'll grab you some shorts and a shirt." He began to climb off of you and the bed.

"Can I just have a shirt and some water?" You asked, grinning up at him.

Dylan smiled and licked his lips, then raised his eyebrows. "Whatever you want, beautiful." He winked, and grabbed the beer bottle off the table next to you, then collected the one on the other side of the bed. He left them on his dresser and opened one of the drawers, pulling a single royal blue t-shirt out and tossing it to you on the bed. He watched as you began unbuttoning your jeans and wiggling out of them on the bed. "Yea, I'm gonna need a water too." He snickered, grabbed the beer bottles and walked out the door.

When Dylan walked back into his bedroom, he saw you swallowed up by his shirt, laying curled up on your side, with your eyes closed, under his sheets. He snickered and closed the door quietly with his foot. He placed your water on your table and then placed his next to his side of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, stepping out of them and pulling his socks off, leaving all his excess clothing in a pile on the floor. In nothing more than a dark gray pair of cotton boxer briefs, Dylan climbed under the thin sheets with you and leaned up to turn off the lamp next to his bed. He combed his fingers through your hair, tucking it against your neck and back neatly, and mumbled to himself.

"You are so fucking cute, and I like you so fucking much, but you are killing me with this falling asleep on me thing." He whispered.

"I-'m not asleep..." You mumbled back groggily.

Dylan quietly laughed and shook his head. "Yes, you are." He argued with the half-comatose girl in his bed.

He heard you sniffle, and then you turned your head to face him. "Mmm-mmm." You argued. "But I am falling asleep. So, come here." You leaned your hand backwards, waiting for him to take it in his. Dylan obliged your request and slid his muscular body across the mattress towards yours. You felt his long and hairy legs touch your shorter and smoother ones first, then his hand found yours and you pulled his arm over your body, tugging him closer to you. "Can you actually sleep like this?" You asked, as he settled his front against your back, finally resting his head against the pillow behind yours.

"Definitely." He whispered, suddenly yawning.

"Just to be clear, I like you so fucking much too."

Dylan smiled. "Goodnight, little fish." He spoke, barely audible.

You smirked, and squeezed Dylan's hand in yours. He placed a kiss on the side of your neck, and settled in for the night, the two of you quickly drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

You snuck your toothbrush back into your purse, sitting on the floor next to Dylan's dresser, and tip-toed back around to your side of the bed. Dylan was laying on his back in the middle of the bed, his left arm folded across his stomach, his head facing and right arm stretched out towards the empty space that he usually occupies when you are not sleeping with him. 

You climbed back under the covers with him and watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply in his sleep. You propped yourself up on your elbow and stared at his bulky and muscular physique that he had been trying to keep up with even after filming for American Assassin had wrapped. Occasionally, Dylan's muscles would tense and ripple as he moved slightly in his dreams, and a large and long vein that ran from his shoulder, down his tricep, would bulge from under his skin, and before you realized it, your left hand was flat against his torso, and was making its way across his smooth skin towards the thick and dark chest hair between his pecs.

He stirred slightly at your touch and made a soft groan. You felt like you had lost all ability to control yourself, because again, before you even realized what you were doing, you were sliding closer to him and pressing your lips against his chest. Dylan's eyes fluttered open and saw you lightly peppering his upper body with small kisses. He exhaled loudly through his nose and raised his hand to rest on the nape of your neck. You made eye contact with him, smiled and then rested your cheek against his stomach. He ran his fingers through your hair a few times, and stared. Anxiety began to fill him when he thought about his flight that evening. He had been hanging out with you for just over a month and he had grown incredibly attached. He didn't want to leave you. He thought of a solution.

"Come with me to Comic Con. I'll buy you a plane ticket." Dylan whispered, staring into your eyes as he spoke.

You furrowed your brow and narrowed your eyes at him, unmoving from your position, but mulling over his request. "I couldn't ask you to.."

Dylan cut you off and moved his hand from your tresses down to your shoulder. You were still wearing his shirt from the night before and he tucked his fingers up under the oversized sleeve around your arm. He gently caressed the skin on your shoulder, and rubbed your muscles as he spoke again. "You didn't ask. I'm offering. I don't want to leave you. I'm gonna be gone for days and I.... I'm just not ready to leave you..." He shook his head but maintained eye contact with you.

You smiled big and climbed your way up towards his face. You took his cheeks in your hands and felt his strong arms wrap around your back, pulling you closer to him. You kissed his lips a few times, then pulled back so you could see his face but still be near him. "I'm not ready to have you not be here, but I can't come with you." You smiled softly and shook your head.

Dylan dragged his teeth against his top lip and stared down at your chin, the crease that often found its place in the middle of his forehead returned. "Y/n... um..." He exhaled, but then found that the air wasn't filling his lungs the same way it had mere moments before. He was nervous. "Are... are you not as into this as I am?" He asked, pursing his lips and straining to make eye contact.

A look of shock and horror overtook your face as you quickly shook your head and pressed your fingers into his cheeks a little harder. "No, no, no, no... Dylan.." You half scoffed, half laughed, as you paused to sort out your next words more carefully. "I like you... so fucking much. Uh... and I would not hate having a discussion about where this could maybe be going when you come back, but.."

Dylan's forehead crease remained as he cut you off. "Then why won't you come with me?"

You sighed, and a gentle lopsided smile spread across your lips. "I want to, I do, but I have to take my grandmother to a doctor's appointment, and then I promised my boss that I'd come in to the office on Thursday and Friday because I knew you wouldn't be here and I could get a lot of work done..." Your lopsided smile turned into a light smirk as the crease turned into a forehead full of wrinkles when he raised his eyebrows. "Plus, you should be able to go and fully enjoy and take in the experience of your last panel with your Teen Wolf family and you're a surprise to the fans.. I don't know. You just need to be present while you're there and just take it all in."

"Oh.." He laughed as he realized that you were just busy and not avoiding going to California with him. "You should've just said that in the first place.. and you're right, it'll be fun with Posey and everyone else. I don't need you there, you're totally right." A small grin broke out on his lips, and you playfully scowled at him, while pushing his face against the pillow underneath him for being facetious. "I want to have that talk too, just to be clear."

Your facial expression became more serious and you nodded your head. "Okay. You get back on Tuesday or Wednesday?" You asked.

"My last day of American Assassin press is Monday and then I have to talk to my mom and the realtor about that house in Burbank that I was telling you about, but my flight is Tuesday afternoon and I'll be back here with you by Tuesday evening." He smiled and pulled you back up for a light kiss on the cheek.

You dreamily smiled and closed your eyes, then dropped your head back down to his torso. You stared at your fingers as you stroked his chest hair, and he ran the backs of his fingertips along your bare legs. "What time do we have to leave?" You asked, your heart sinking into your stomach as you realized that it would be almost a week until you saw him again once he left.

Dylan looked over at the clock on his bedside table and then looked back at you. "Not for hours." He reassured you.

"Wanna watch some Game Of Thrones or something?"

"In a bit, yea... for now, I kind of just want to lay here with you, if that's okay." You softly smiled and nodded, then cuddled up against Dylan's side.

You and Dylan laid around for hours, both talking and enjoying the comfortable silence. You watched him pack his duffel bag during your last episode of Game of Thrones, clutching at the crumpled sheets underneath you as he flitted about his bedroom readying himself for his trip. You did the math in your head: fifteen minutes to the train station, two and a half hours to Jamaica, twenty minutes on the Airtran and then you wouldn't see him again for six whole days. You were stunned by how deeply miserable that thought made you. It had only been about five weeks, but it was hard to not develop as strong of feelings for the man in front of you, as you had. Dylan picked his sweatshirt from last night off of the floor next to the bed where he had tossed it the night before. He gently folded it in half lengthwise and placed it on top of your purse. He told you that he wanted you to hold on to it for him while he was gone, and you happily obliged his request.

You held his pillow in your lap, your hands gripping the underside, and Dylan's fingers sneakily intertwined with yours underneath it. You sat with your backs against the wall, side by side on the built in bench, on the monorail that took passengers from the Long Island RailRoad station in Jamaica, Queens, to JFK airport. Dylan had his royal blue and orange Mets cap on, obscuring some of his face, and he felt comfortable enough with the emptiness of the Airtrain, to occasionally leave a flurry of light kisses on your cheek every time he felt like you were getting melancholy. You stayed inside of the doors as the tram emptied once it got to the airport, and Dylan took his pillow from you. He held you in his arms and left a long kiss on your lips, as the cars filled back up with passengers seeking to leave JFK.

"I'll see you next week." He said as he started to back up out of the tram.

"Okay." You smiled lightly, small wrinkles developing across your forehead.

"And I'll call you and text you."

Your smile got a little bigger, and you nodded. "Okay."

"And I'll miss you." He said with a small smirk as he continued slowly walking backwards away from you.

You chuckled quietly, and nodded. "Okay."

"And I'm going to take you to see Dunkirk the moment I get back, I promise." Dylan winked and you felt your heart melt a little.

"You better." A genuine smile spread across your lips, and Dylan brought his hand up to his chest and faked pain, as if he had been shot through the heart by Cupid's Arrow.

"You're making this hard for me, Y/L/N." He grinned and shook his head.

You smirked, and held your hand against the sliding door, in case it decided to close since you had heard the chimes indicating you would be leaving momentarily. "Just text me when you land?"

Dylan nodded, smiled and wiggled his fingers in unison, waving goodbye. You waved back and stepped inside fully as the doors closed.

You hopped on the next train at Jamaica to Kew Gardens to finally go back to your own apartment. You stood with your back against the wall, in the vestibule by the doors, as it was only one stop and there was no point in sitting. You scrolled through your phone, aimlessly snapping pictures of your feet against the textured floor to send to your friends to continue your SnapStreaks, until Dylan's name popped up on the banner at the top of your screen. You quickly pressed your thumb against the iMessage notification and waited for the screen to load.

Dylan O'Brien: Just got to my gate.. That smile killed me.

Dylan O'Brien: I miss you already.

You grinned from ear to ear, trying to contain your excitement and smitten feelings. You rubbed your hand against your mouth and cheeks and tried to compose yourself enough to reply.

Y/n Y/l/n: i miss you, got the sweatshirt though, so i may live.

Y/n Y/l/n: get home soon please.

Dylan smiled down at his screen and stared at the last text. 'home'. New York was home to him because it was where he was born and where he spent the first several years of his life, and deep down, he considered himself a New Yorker, but when he talked to people about 'home' in more recent years, he was always referring to California. But when you said 'home' and you meant New York, Dylan realized that it felt right. The idea of 'home' was changing for him suddenly and he had an idea as to why.

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